pluck my hair
in a mirror
filled with fear
my one heart
loner teen son
I am all
to this child
once i lived
now feel dead
rule this planet
can't stand it
some want out
let me inside
hope lives now
Some days, we just wake up and bump our head!
Last morn, it all started, when my son leaned
over to kiss me and knocked into me, instead.
My dreams had been far from even good
Aching to 'talk them out, ' as anyone ought
Crying was I , while faraway, Angels stood
Abandoned by my son at the railway ties
screaming out for Greg to stop race walking
even my teen, refused to hear my lost cries
Betrayed by the baby i once held so close
let down by the x i left many decades ago
feeling as only the lone and lost last rose
Lonelier than a beggar on the ugly street
all I ever wanted was to live for real love
few too many hearts, these tears do meet
Still i hold hope for a braver, new day
count my blessings for sunshine of heart
For even deaf mutes might have their say!
I am ready to let go of some responsibility.
Too much hurt for a lifetime feeling lost.
Pain upon old hurts - lay embossed.
Cast negativity from my wounded side
Bring in light to heal my worldly wounds
Goddess, this prayer is none too soon!!!!